Page 77 of His Cursed Heart

"He killed your unborn child, Keaton." She says and her voice is hoarse.

The anger is back, but this time is worse. The bastard knew something, and if the pieces I put together are true, I'll bring him to my own hell.

"The child wasn't mine, Althea." Her head turns at me with a speed I've never seen.

"W-what?" She comes in front of me with little steps. With my fists clenched tight, I say the words that are like poison.

"I never slept with Keres."

For the last couple of days, I leave Everette alone. And that should've made me happy, not talking with him, but the anger he had when he found out Keres was pregnant left me with tons of questions.

It's impossible to get used with the idea that Keres was pregnant with another man's child. She loved Everette...didn't she?

And even if she didn't, my sister would never cheat on him or anyone else. She respected Everette and they made sense as people said when they got engaged. She used to tell me he's a gentleman and that she wishes I find a man like him.

I guess she never thought I would marry her fiancé.

I never slept with Keres.

This left me shocked. They've been together for three years. What happened?

I know I said that Keres would never cheat, but I know for sure that Everette wouldn't either. He's been a celibate for three years?

A rush of pleasure takes ahold of me when I think about the time he made me come by playing with my nipples. I gave him my first ever orgasm, but he doesn't

need to know that. And since then, it's harder for me to stop having dirty thoughts about my husband. It's been three days since I started to sleep next to him, in the same bed, and it's impossible to keep these imagines out of my head.

I fall asleep alone, and I wake up alone. I know he's staying up late to find out about Keres's lover and possible killer.

He can't catch a break.

I startle at my thoughts. Since when am I taking his side?

He's playing with my head worse than I thought. And if he continues like this, I'm afraid of my body's reaction, because while I still hate him, my body certainly doesn't.

I look in the mirror again. If I thought that I don't recognize the girl from the night of the dinner, I clearly am seeing an alien now.

My lavender long purple dress is hugging my body like a second skin. The diamond corset is making my waist too slim and my breast too full. The length of the dress has lines of little diamonds and leaves my left foot naked. The Versace butterfly high heels are making my feet and calves looks splendid and my wavy hair is styled perfectly.

I look...flawless.

The anxiety in me is showing more and more as I keep staring at myself. This party is unnecessary, but I need to impress some mafias. Specially my father-in-law.

I take my phone from the table and I click on the picture that shows my mother and me. It was my eighteenth birthday party and the last time I saw her.

Her smile is contagious but her tired eyes are more

prominent. Her dark brown hair has straps of whiteness and her chocolate skin matches mine.

Is.

I did it again. It's impossible for me to talk about her at past tense. Almost six years later and I still feel her presence. Still need her presence.

If she saw me dressed like this, she would've prayed to gods that they took her daughter away. Always the most dramatic person in the room.

"How much damage did my credit card suffered?" My husband's voice makes me turn over to him.

"The right amount so that it can spoil your wife." His smirk doesn't reach the cockiness he always shows.